Hello Im back, but it'll be in distances of time when I write again
I went to the library and started reading Ulysses. It's really great although I didn't check it out but will. To my surprise I actually understood what was going on.
For a scholarship about gay rights I could write about my experiences so I begun that although I have no idea what the point of what I've learned has to do with my life now.
On a side note I've been reading william blake's work and I might apply an organized innocence philosophy to my life
I'd been meaning to write a journal since the longest but I couldn't because in a fit of rage I threw my laptop at my brother. And now I'm using the computer.
Where do I begin?
This saturday I told mother I wanted to kill myself. We had a long conversation that was helpful. It helped and now I'm going to see another therapist and start taking medications again.
I wrote this... thing about how I felt late night some time ago. I forgot what I meant by 2 weeks but saved it as a note.
Words: they mean one thing but Under the surface another; they're like icebergs. How one puts them together is not simple. One doesn't go ahead and put them together on a piece of string and hope they fit. Grab a fancy word here, grab a word there and stick em in the same sentence. The sentences become paragraphs, the paragraphs become pages, the pages become a book. And it all begins with a word.
Ever feel like not writing essay prompts that ask dumb questions that want to explore your mind and emotions? Yes, I hate that so much.
Right now I'm in a really bad mood I have to write about 4 essays tonight before the 1st or else they won't be submitted in time
Stupid questions should be left unanswered
I wrote this rather quickly so bear with me. And this is just the beginning, I plan on writing more later on. I won't make any promises.
I think most of us at some point in our lives start questioning what we believe in. If you were to ask about my philosophy, I'd write about it easily. It's one of my favorite questions.
Tonight I added the finishing touches to an act I wrote in a week. It was quite easy to write since I pictured every line said and action done. I'll admit it's a tad cliche but I like it nonetheless. I remember reading that at least one character in each of his plays/acts was his hope for a better future or something along those lines. Now I didn't expect it to get so long but I tried to make the transitions as realistic as possible. Read and enjoy.
The Genie, An Act
Max - a man
Jeanie - a widow
A waiter - another man
A chef - a headchef
I don't know what Im doing now, i feel annoyed i am annoyed by society. I don't know i never will My mind doesnt let me think about myself or about others although i dont care so much ab out others. Anyone ever feels like i am now? Doubt it
I'm in a dilemma: my classmates turned against me. We had to do a presentation on a literary piece by figuring out the theme and all of that other stuff. As usual I put in my focus even though I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. I managed to figure it out with specific evidence and the 4 group members agreed unanimously without really questioning my reasoning. So I did most of the work like 60% and I'm telling the truth and they know it is true and lied by saying we all put in 25% of work. Now I agreed so that means I lied.
Nothing interesting has been going on eksept soe laptop keyboard keys aren't working Only soe like the letter that begins the sounds a kow akes And the period doesn't work so bear with e Also the letter that begins the word ylophone and rap (poop)
(This ethod of typing is soewhat fun but a pain for those reading so if it hurts to read then it's ok if you stop I understand)
Writing an essay describing the world I live in and how its influenced me is not simple. I realy hate the fucking city I live in and I don't know any other way to describe it. It's a fucking piece of shit. I could sugar coat with some flowery adjectives but I don't think it'd be appropiate. Although I could just use a more positive tone yet it's incredibly difficult for me to do so. I'm just taking a break and tomorrow I'll edit and see what I could do.
People are really annoying, at least the people I happen to meet. Especially those that I thought would be a fine acquaintance or even better: a friend.
In government class I was discussing that we shouldn't make moral issues personal. For example with abortion I don't think about myself but of the women who need it as an option and not to take that right away. Besides I can't make babies.
So this is an essay prompt I've revised though I'm not quite finished. It's for a college and I want to finish it already. Feedback is appreciated and I'd like help in my closing paragraph.
"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies" - Oscar Wilde
Othello and Iago. Dorothy and the Wicked Witch. The Autobots and the Decepticons. History and art are full of heroes and their enemies. Tell us about the relationship between you and your arch-nemesis (either real or imagined).
I have no idea on what to write about. The short story I was working on is falling apart after I made some corrections and forgot to include vital details. I don't know what to do. I am not feeling well.
On another note I think I'm understanding what it truly means to be a great writer. See, a writer's ultimate goal is to tell a truth about human nature but they can't tell us as a matter of fact. They lead the reader using reeses pieces, or details, in a path that ends with the truth. If a detail is missing, the reader is lost.
Well I'm not feeling suicidal anymore, I guess that's an accomplishment I'm most proud of for this week and maybe this month too. I went to my after school sociology class in another high school in the city. We had a debate about questions relating to religion and we had to defend various stances on the issue. One thing unsurprising was that many were extremely illogical when they argued. It's really a shame.